#im surprised too dude what. huh! what!!! why!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

SOMEONE MADE A TIKTOK EDIT WITH YOUR ART!!!!

I was watching a Welcome Home tiktok compilation [cause I don't have tiktok] and I just seen your art and was so surprised-

Here's the tiktok comp it was in! The tiktok with the edit of your art starts at 2:45!

IM LAUGHING SO HARD WHAT THE FUCK

i don't know how to feel beyond Way Too Perceived and also Wheezing

#ASBDCJACKLNDFKSDV WHAT why why why #i thought my scribbles were tiktok/edit-proof..... #im surprised too dude what. huh! what!!! why! #i would have... liked to be asked if my fanart could be used for edits... #i mean the answer is Yeah I Guess. Why Not #but also its nice to be asked! it gives me Mental Preparation for seeing my stuff breaking containment!!! #lemme tell you before going to the timestamp i was NOT expecting it to be laughingstock the fUck- #and its the little 'comic' thing i dont even like all that much smh.... #rambles from the bog #half me is like: oh huh! weird #and the other half is: well i need to crawl into a hole and take everything with me. im too Seen #somehow it feels like a stranger walked into my house & took snacks from my fridge and then Left w/o a word #like hey. i wasnt gonna eat that but hey. #gently swatting the person who made the 'tok with a very floppy and oversized sunhat #did they credit??? probably not huh #for the brief horrible window i had tiktok i rarely saw edits crediting the art used #which is. i gotta say. pretty rude!

[qawcamiz]

flirty scara x insecured reader? like maybe self loathing themselves 😙

Glimpse — Scaramouche

Synopsis: You were nothing but an ordinary student, People never attempted to approach you, Until a certain Indigo-haired dude asked you out.

warnings: self-loathing, flirt attempts, offensive content, bullying, ooc, etc.

notes: agghsge I'm sosorryyy for being inactive 😭😭🙏🙏 I'll js fix the error tmrrrrr and if there's grammars my apologies im half asleep when i wrote this 🙂🙂

"y/n."

A voice called out from behind, startling you out of your thoughts. Veering around, your eyes locked with the Indigo eyes that were fixed on you, "Uh, Yes?" you asked, baffled.

It wasn't every time people would call out to you. In fact, No one attempt to chat with you unless they ought something. You'd probably be more surprised if someone spoke directly to you and it's happening, the person talking to you is known all over the school for their coldness and mindset. So you were kind of thrown when he began speaking to you.

"Be my partner."

Gasps can be heard throughout the room as students turn to look at the male who just spoke up, when he finished his sentence, your cheeks bloom red. It was not the statement you anticipated, especially from him, and you're kind of dumbfounded.

'He's probably just... Ugh.'

"Pardon?" you ask politely, though unsure about what his intentions are with this whole situation. "Did you not hear me? I want to be your companion for the upcoming task." He continues, giving you an expectant look which you fail to return because you're still trying to process what he'd said.

"Huh?! Scara~ Are you sure you want to be partnered with this— thing? Come on! Think twice!"

"Unless he lost to a bet?"

"Understandable."

"Right! He probably lost to a bet that's why he's asking y/n for their help, they don't even seem interested, Haha!"

"Seriously? Scaramouche and y/n? Is he just trying to get them a good grade by partnering with them?? That's stupid,"

The whispers around you grow louder as everyone starts to make fun of you for the current situation you're in.

"T-Thank you for the offer, really, But I'm certain I can work alone on our lesson," you say with an awkward smile, "Maybe you could just try asking someone else instead," you manage to say while staring into his pretty eyes.

"No way! Are they actually refusing Scaramouche?"

'What the fuck do you guys want me to do then?! You were just judging me a few seconds ago because he wants to pair up with me! And now that I'm rejecting his offer you're mad too?! Ridiculous!'

"they think rejecting him is cool! It's not like they ALWAYS get a partner, right?"

"They might reject him just for looking like this and making them feel inferior,"

"Poor Scaramouche! How can someone like them reject him?"

The students went on to talk as you tried to maintain yourself calm and steady despite all these comments, but unfortunately, all that did was cause you to start feeling a little tense. Not enough to go wild or anything. Just a tiny amount. You could still deal with the ridicule, but not enough to get furious at them,

Scaramouche grimaced at the crowd of students who were talking about you while you were staring at the floor, Making them look away,

He picked up your bag off the ground and threw it over his shoulder, grabbing your hand to pull you out of the classroom with him. You didn't resist as he dragged you outside, ignoring everyone calling after him as they watched him go.

Once you two left the room, he eventually let go of your hand and kept walking. You followed behind him, keeping your mouth shut. It wasn't until he stopped in front of you and uttered, "Apologies for dragging you here against your will, and well- drawing attention onto us," he says awkwardly, scratching his neck with his free hand as he looked around,

"Also, it's not every time I do requests. I wish to be your partner for the project. we have mutual chemistry and I believe that working together would benefit both of us," he said grinning,

You blinked rapidly a few times, not knowing how to respond to such a sincere statement,

"...You're aware that bunch of people out there desire to have you as their partner for this right? I mean I am glad and surprised that you're inviting someone like me but you don't have to push yourself!" you respond nervously, fiddling with your fingers before rubbing your hands to keep from getting too nervous.

"Look, I won't force you. You can simply say no, you're only saying that because you care about what people think, Right?" he asked.

He stared at you for a moment. Then he grabbed your chin, making you meet his intense eyes. You gasped slightly at the contact, then relaxed after a second. "Just do whatever feels right to you, okay?" He sneered.

Your face flushed again as you nodded shyly at him. He smiled lightly at you before releasing your chin and letting go of your hand,

"Okay..."

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After a few days, You've gotten closer to Scaramouche, everyday he would go to you and walk you home, helping you study in class and even hanging out at lunchtime.

it also took you a bit to realize that you were starting to develop feelings toward him, Who wouldn't? With his handsome features paired with his cold demeanor, plus that cute laugh of his whenever he speaks, you're sure to fall in love with him sooner or later, no matter how hard you try not to.

The earlier morning he asked you to hang out with him at the park near your house so you agreed, and now you're walking with Him beside you. It was quiet between you two, as you weren't much of a chatterbox.

The silence is mostly comfortable, though you felt your heart beating faster than normal, which made you panic slightly. Why is your heart beating this fast? Maybe you're sick!

You shake the thought away, it's probably nothing... "You alright?" Scaramouche asked, tilting his head slightly as if noticing you panicking a bit before shrugging.

You nod quickly, trying to avoid eye contact, "Yea! I'm fine, Sorry, Don't you think it's gotten cold? It's not even winter yet—"

Your rambling stops abruptly as you felt his arm move across yours to hold your hand tightly. "If you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just said so, instead of making absurd excuses," he grinned at you, squeezing your hand reassuringly,

"T-That's not—" you stutter. Your ears start burning from embarrassment. You really shouldn't let his charm affect you that easily. Or maybe it was just the way his touch felt so warm and inviting?

"What's that? Do you also want to kiss me? Now aren't we getting ahead of ourselves a little early?" he smirked down at you, leaning forward until you were nose to nose,

"I didn't even say anything— I wasn't going to!" You argued back, taking a step back from him as he chuckled.

His laugh was nice to hear, "Go ahead, I might let you." He whispered in an amused tone. The smirk remained on his face as he leaned forward again, bringing his other hand to cup your cheek, "Are you blushing?" he teased gently stroking it with his thumb while keeping eye contact with you.

Your body was heating up, it felt warm and tingly from all those butterflies suddenly fluttering around in your stomach, and your cheeks felt flushed due to his closeness. It was weird and uncomfortable how he had made you feel all flustered and embarrassed. You didn't know how to respond, so you simply closed your eyes, allowing your cheek to be caressed while his breath tickled your ear,

You felt his lips brush against yours and your heart began racing again. His thumb moved from your cheekbone and rested itself over your lips before moving slightly and softly kissing them. Your eyes flew open in shock. You stood there, frozen and completely dumbfounded as your heart rate increased drastically in both speed and volume,

"There, I kissed you." He snickered down at you, his voice low and smooth. His voice sends shivers down your spine and you blush more.

You shook your head slightly and cleared your throat before smiling at him,

"Right!" That was all you managed to mutter back.

You looked back at him for a second, then averted your gaze toward the ground once more. You couldn't believe that you got kissed by someone like Scaramouche! you didn't have any idea how to react.

but, to be fair, most girls would jump at the chance to kiss him when they first saw him, so you weren't complaining.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt his hand slide down your arm to grasp your hand and intertwine your fingers. You glanced down at your interlaced hands, then back up at him in confusion, "Are you fine with this?" he asked, looking at you curiously.

"Mhm! No worries." You nodded quickly as you started to walk, but hesitantly intertwined your fingers with his, causing his grin to widen.

"But... If any chance s-someone you know strolled by— we can quit holding hands, I don't want to embarrass you in front of your friends..." you mumbled, feeling his hand squeeze yours tighter.

"If someone I know happened to catch a glimpse of us, I'd pull you extra close."

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin wanderer #genshin scaramouche #genshin x you #genshin x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche x reader #genshin scara #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #wanderer scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer x y/n #genshin #genshin impact scaramouche

[stevieharringtonwifeguy]

Transfem Stevie who figures it out when she goes to a gay bar with Robin (post s3?) and meets another transwoman and has a Huh, you can do that? moment.

i sort of Went Off on this one lmaoo. bc im incapable of not steddifying everything this is now T4T Steddie 2: This Time They're Lesbians- with trans girl eddie cracking stevie's egg

PLEASE NOTE: this is set in the 80s, so they use kind of outdated terminology for trans people. also there's a d slur used in a positive, self-ID way. overall the vibes are good but the language is questionable. do with that what you will lol

When Robin asks Steve to be her ‘emotional support heterosexual’ (her words) for her first visit to an Indianapolis gay club, Steve prepares himself for a night of ‘hey, have you met my friend Robin’, pointedly not hitting on any girls, and politely declining offers of drinks and dances from guys until he’s buzzed enough to admit he’s curious. And so far, that’s exactly what he’s been doing. Robin’s off dancing with a girl after Steve assured her about ten times that he’d be fine on his own. He’s just debating whether or not his inhibitions are lowered enough to go dancing when his thoughts are interrupted by a voice to his right.

“Steeeeeeeve Harrington.”

Steve turns, already cringing. Anyone who says his name with a tone like that is someone who is not going to be thrilled with seeing him in a gay club. The thing is, Steve has no idea who this person is. Can’t even really tell if they’re a guy or a girl. Their features are fairly masculine, all lean muscles and square chin, but they’ve got long, wild hair and heavy eye makeup. The cropped muscle tank with ‘Massive Dyke’ printed in lurid red muddies the waters even further.

“Oh, hey… uh…” Yeah, Steve’s pulling a complete blank. They look kind of familiar? He’s definitely seen them around. Somewhere. 

They roll their eyes. “Not surprised King Steve doesn’t recognise me. Especially looking like this. What are you doing here?”

Steve sighs a little. “I’m here with a friend. She was nervous to come alone so I’m here for moral support and wingmanning.”

“Yeah, sure,” they scoff, and Steve frowns even more.

“Look, I know I was a dick in high school. And I’m genuinely sorry if I was a dick to you. But that was four years ago. I’ve grown up, and I’m here to be a good friend. Can you let me do that?”

The person blinks, and then looks a little sheepish. “Okay, yeah, that’s fair,” they say, before extending a hand. “And it’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

Steve smiles and shakes the offered hand. “Oh, yeah! You ran that club my kids went to- dungeons and dragons, right? Cool to see you again, dude!”

Eddie’s face does a complicated little wiggle before- “Uh, not a dude, man.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’m a girl, now. Still Eddie, though, it’s just short for Edith now. Have you heard of transsexuals?”

Steve shakes his head. “I’m pretty new to this. I know, like. Five words.”

“Well, easiest way to put it is that I was born a guy, but I feel more like a girl, so now I’m, like, switching.”

“Switching…” Steve says, trying his best to look genuinely interested and confused. He generally doesn’t struggle too hard to look confused, but he’s a little worried Eddie will think he’s being a dick about it. “You can do that?”

Eddie snorts, gesturing down to herself. “Clearly.”

“Huh,” Steve says. Frankly, this is blowing his mind. “Why doesn’t everyone do that, then? Like, no one likes being a guy.”

“Ye- wait, what?”

“Like, the sexism of being a girl would suck, obviously. But everything else sounds great! Like, you get prettier clothes and you can wear makeup- and girls are so nice to other girls, I've always been kind of jealous of that.”

Eddie looks shocked, but Steve's on a roll now, almost forgetting she's there as he continues thinking aloud. “And like. Girls’ bodies are just. Better, y'know? Like what do guys have, muscles? Girls can have muscles too, but girls are just so… like, everyone wants boobs, right?”

Eddie has a strange look on her face. “I mean, I do. Because I’m transsexual.”

“When you’re transsexual, do you get boobs? Like, do you- wait, is that rude? I feel like I wouldn’t ask another girl about her boobs.”

Eddie’s silent for a moment, looking at Steve in bewilderment, before she seems to collect herself. She takes a swig of her beer and then smiles at him. It looks both welcoming and like she’s in on a secret, and puts Steve at ease. He can see why the kids were so obsessed with her in high school.

“You know what, ordinarily it would be kind of rude, but I have a feeling this conversation is… not what I thought it was gonna be,” she says, and Steve tilts his head a bit in confusion. “So yeah, I do have boobs. You can take estrogen as a little pill, and it basically does puberty for you again. You get boobs, a little extra fat on your hips and thighs, and your skin gets softer. Here, feel.”

And then Eddie takes Steve’s hand and slides it up her shirt. His brain immediately turns off. And yeah, there’s definitely a gentle swell there. They’re small, but Steve can feel the squish of them. Her nipples are pierced. Steve thinks he might die.

“Wow,” he squeaks, about five embarrassing octaves higher than his normal tone. “Cool!”

Eddie grins as she removes his hand from her tit. “Yeah, cool. I’d let you fondle them a little more, sweetheart, but they’re still growing. Kind of sore.”

Steve blushes, rubbing his hand on his thigh and desperately trying to will his boner down. “Man, I wish I could grow boobs,” he sighs, a little wistfully.

“You can, y’know,” Eddie says, with a little chuckle and a soft smile. “What’s stopping you?”

That. Steve hasn’t considered that. A hundred things come to his lips- he’s not like that, he’s not one of those- a hundred things that he knows are absolutely terrible reasons. If Robin were here she’d either be whacking him upside the head or giving him that really sad look she does whenever he’s mean to himself.

“Hey,” Eddie says, speaking softly and laying a gentle hand on Steve’s knee. It shocks him out of his spiral as he looks up into her big brown eyes. “Y’know, I’ve got some makeup in my van. If you wanted to try some things out. No one here will judge you.”

“I- yeah,” Steve is breathless. “I’d like that. Uh- my friend-”

“Oh, is she real? I’ll be honest, I kinda thought you were doing the ‘oh I’m not gay I’m just here for a friend’ thing.”

Laughing, Steve looks out over the crowd. “No, she’s real. Let me just let her know I’ll be gone for a moment- honestly she’s probably halfway to third base with some girl anyway-”

And sure enough, Robin is more than ready to let Steve wander off once he peels her off a pretty girl on the opposite side of the club. He rejoins Eddie, who leads him down the street towards her van and helps him into the back. She takes out her makeup bag, cracking jokes about their wildly different styles while she delicately brushes powder over his face. She generously refrains from threatening to take his eye out with the eyeliner pencil (more than once at least), and apologises for not having anything more ‘babygirl’ than her bright red lipstick. Steve can definitely say this is the most fun he’s ever had in the back of a van.

Finally, masterpiece done, Eddie rummages in her bag for a little compact, presenting it to Steve with a dumb little bow. Steve takes it with a roll of his eyes, and prepares himself with a deep breath.

The person in the mirror is beautiful. Glowing skin, huge doe eyes lined with smokey eyeliner and lashes a mile long, practically sinful lips. Steve almost doesn’t recognise himself, except that he does. He really, really does, in a way he now realises he never really has before. It’s the first time he’s ever looked at his face in the mirror and not wanted to change anything.

“You’re a really pretty girl, Stevie,” Eddie says with a gentle smile.

Steve can’t look away from the mirror. “Yeah,” she says, a red-lipped grin stretching across her face. “I really am.”

#steddie #t4t steddie #transfem steve harrington #transfem eddie munson #stranger things #my fics

[sw-33-ts-stuff]

Killer In NYC

Tara Carpenter X Reader

Part 3

Tara POV

Red and blue lights painted the scene around us as we once again went through an interrogation. After the police arrived and wrote their reports they advised us to be more cautious and to notify them of any other "suspicious" activity. Detective Brooks providing his card should we need anything.

"Don't you think you should make sure we have some protection or something?!" Sam yelled.

Detective Brooks narrowed his eyes. "Look Miss unfortunately we can't keep an eye on a group of college kids in the city that never sleeps. You're not the only one with problems so try to stay vigilant, stick together and call me if you need help."

Sam scoffed. "Great work detective. I'll let you know we need help when we're dead."

The man shook his head laughing sarcastically before walking off.

"So I guess we're on our own again?" I sighed.

"Can't be surprised cops aren't usually very helpful in horror films unless they're sleeping with the main character." Chads eyebrows raised at his sisters cadence. I couldn't help but laugh.

However our laughter was cut short by Sam's phone ringing.

"Kirby?! What? Slow down where..." she glanced to me. "Ok we'll be there in a bit." Sam hung up the phone still looking to me.

I felt my eyebrows furrow.

"What?"

Sam sighed looking to Chad and Mindy next.

"Kirby was attacked but she was able to find a safe spot before Ghostface could kill her."

Chad cheered as Mindy's eyes narrowed slightly.

"She had help from an employee at a coffee shop near by." That's when Sam's eyes went to me. "She said she's at the hospital now with the girl who helped her."

Mindy spoke up then. "Who helped her?"

Sam sighed. "She said her name was Y/n."

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As soon as Sam parked I ran into the hospital and to the front desk.

"Y/n L/n?" The nurse looked up surprised.

"You family?" Sam ran up behind me with Chad and Mindy.

"Im her girlfriend and they're her cousins." I lied smoothly knowing I'd never hear the end of this from Mindy after.

"Room 13" I walked faster almost barging in the room seeing Kirby sitting next to Y/n knee bouncing. The girl in question sleeping peacefully with an arm sling around her shoulder. Upon hearing our arrival Kirby looked up with a bandaged nose relief shining through her eyes as she barely spared a glance to Sam.

"How is she?"

"Stable, multiple stab wounds but the doctor said she's tough so she'll make a full recovery with some rest." I sighed feeling my body sag in relief. "She saved my life."

I went to closer to the bed staring at the tubes coming from her body. Kirby looked at Sam standing up. "Can we talk?"

My sister nodded and the two went out into the hallway.

Chad going to the vending machine to get himself and Mindy some snacks.

"So girlfriend huh?" I felt myself flush a bit before turning to the girl with an eyebrow raised.

"Seriously you couldn't wait until we left the hospital?" The olive skinned girl shrugged.

"What? You know I live for gay shit and something tells me that lie wasn't too far off the mark." I shook my head.

"You do remember my boyfriend right, Evan?"

"The same dude who didn't even know you had asthma? Which brings me to another question..why did she have your spare inhaler?" I stayed quiet looking at the girl in the bed. "Tara-"

"Alright I got Funyuns, Ruffles, Cheetos, Doritos and some candies." Mindy gave me a look letting me know our conversation wasn't finished. A frustrated Kirby following shortly after with Sam and a nurse.

"I'm sorry everyone but our visiting hours are ending shortly."

"Can I stay?" I bit my lip as Kirby stared at me curiously.

"We'll we're usually not allowed but since you're the girlfriend you can everyone else will have to wait until tomorrow morning." Mindy chuckled shaking her head as Kirby's eyes widened.

Chad gave me some of the snacks he'd bought before leaving with everyone else.

I had moved the chair closer to her bed placing one of my hands on hers.

3rd Person POV

Sam was on her way to drop off Kirby to the theater where her cousin, Sasha, was waiting for her. Chad and Mindy were going to join but decided they'd "wanted to live for at least a few more minutes".

Kirby relayed the events prior as Mindy mentally tried to keep track of who the killer may be.

Exiting the car and making her way in quickly

Kirby walks in to the theater, a bucket of popcorn tucked safely in her arms. She looked around for a familiar head of blonde hair. She only found the back of her head as she was currently locking lips with her boyfriend Gabe.

"Ew." She threw popcorn at the couple making then break apart. She sat down roughly next to Sasha who wiped some of her lipstick off.

"Sorry cuz." She grinned widely grabbing some popcorn.

"Where's Joy?" The younger blonde rolled her eyes.

"She wanted to see the new Stab movie next door, and knew you wouldn't want to be involved so Gabe was keeping me company before joining her." Said boy saluted both women before heading over to the next theater over.

Hooting and hollering was heard all around as the previous Stab movie credits rolled. Everyone cheering with some even going as far to dress up as Ghostface and try to scare people.

"What's up?" Gabe had plopped down in his seat next to Joy. Who had yet to say anything. He pushed her shoulder twice before she fell forward body revealing a sharp knife in her back.

"Oh my God! HEL-“

The girls body began to shake as she laughed.

"Got ya!"

"Fuck can you not?" She shrugged looking at him.

"No popcorn?" He rolled his eyes.

"You're not my girlfriend, you can get yourself some popcorn if you want it so bad."

She scoffed rolling her eyes as the next movie begins.

A pout begins to form.

Damn it's too late now.

The girl looks to the boy again as lights dimmed and the movie began getting more cheers from the crowd.

He stared back feeling his eyes well up.

"Fuck!" He blinked first. "Fine but you gotta come back with me to see this again!"

The girl smiled nodding and clapping as she turned to the movie.

"The whole fucking series!"

Gabe ran up to the register giving his money to an acne ridden teen behind the counter.

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Sam sat with Mindy and Chad in her living room as her phone rang.

"Samantha Loomis.."The voice sang. "How are you?"

Everyone in the apartment grew still. Mindy already dialing a number as Chad grabbed the lamp next to him.

"What do you want now asshole?"

She spoke through gritted teeth.

"I was just wondering if it was such a good idea leaving your sister alone when there's a killer on the loose?"

At the hospital, Tara slept soundly next to Y/n nothing to be heard except the beeping of the monitor next to them and the occasional squeak of a wheel chair rolling by.

The gentle rise and fall of Y/N's chest the only sign of life from the girl.

Sam shot up.

"Leave my sister the fuck alone!" She was already getting her keys as Mindy spoke with Detective Brooks.

They climbed into the car, the harsh sound of tires squealing heard throughout her apartment complex.

Detective Brooks jumped into his car, siren blaring as he tried weaving his way through traffic.

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Joy bounced in her seat as the movie opened and the first kill had begun. She felt a body sit next to her and immediately reached for the bowl of popcorn.

"That was fast." She commented before leaning in. "And right on time for the first dumb bimbo to get slaughtered." She laughed.

The person next to her remained silent. Joy felt her eyebrows furrow in confusion. Gabe usually loved to criticize the girls on film. He also would've complaint about how he'd missed some Easter egg that he just knew would prove important later in the movie.

She turned her body to her neighbor only to see a weathered Ghostface mask staring back at her, gloved hand going over her mouth as he stabbed her.

A muffled gurgling filled the killers ears. The girl quickly tried to make her way to the front of the theater only to drop dead in the isle as Ghostface calmly stood over her dragging the knife from one ear to the other making the audience go crazier. Ghostface had picked the body up bridal style, someone else taking a picture before they’d dropped Joy and disappeared.

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A heavy thud woke Y/n as she sat up abruptly in her hospital bed. Her eyes turning to the culprit to see Tara smiling sheepishly holding up her phone.

"Sorry." She looked down unable to look the other girl in the eye at the moment.

"It's fine." She rasped out pushing her pillows as she prepared to sit up.

Tara quickly ran over to help making the barista laugh.

"Damn if I knew getting stabbed would be the way to get your attention I would've done it sooner."

Tara stared incredulous.

"Seriously?" The other girl shrugged making the brunette give a sarcastic laugh.

"I- " a shrill ring from her phone interrupted her.

"Sam?" Y/n sat up straighter. "What?! No we're fine...we-"

A crash outside of the door made both girls look to the door and back to each other.

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I better not have missed anything good.

Gabe walked back into the theater nearly tripping over something he looked down. He felt his head tilt as he dropped the popcorn bucket. He turned the body over feeling himself grow nauseous as he saw the body belonged to Joy.

"HELP!" He looked around trying to get someone to do something. "SHES DEAD!" He put his hands covered in blood up.

Everyone continued laughing shouting and enjoying the movie playing on screen as the boy ran out to call the police. As he reached the theaters front doors a figure grabbed him by his hair stabbing him in the chest. He pushed away running out the door and into Times Square. He tried his best as another sharp slice was made into his back.

"HELP!" The crowd around him creating a circle still watching as the screens around began to change their focus to him and the dark figure following. A knife went through his temple as Ghostface stared directly into the screen.

Everyone screaming and running once they realized what was happening.

Detective Brooks stared at the screens from his car. He quickly got out gun drawn as he tried to shove his way through the crowd. He attempted to shoot once and get the crowd to disperse but there were too many civilians too much chaos. He looked up at the big screen again seeing the boys lifeless body sit on the pavement. The puddle of blood growing quickly around him, eyes wide open still painted in fear.

He sighed as he called for the paramedic.

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Sam ran through the dark hallway of the hospital crashing into a nurse who'd been going to change a patients IV. Chad and Mindy following closely behind stopping to help her before they continued their journey to save the younger Carpenter.

A familiar figure was trying to get into Y/N's room shoulder pushing hard as both girls behind the door blocked it off as best they could.

Chad ran and tackled the figure going to punch whoever it was when he got a glimpse of the persons face.

"David?" He coughed holding his hands up. The flowers he'd been carrying now ruined, as he groaned holding his rib cage.

"Sam texted that Tara was in the hospital I thought I'd keep her company." Mindy’s eyes narrowed as did Sam's.

The door swung open upon their arrival. Chad helping David up but still holding him close by his shirt collar not trusting him.

Y/n winced grabbing Tara's attention as she helped the taller girl get back on the hospital bed. The two accidentally turning on the TV causing everyone's eyes widening as a news reporter stood at Times Square familiar faces popping up in a box next to her.

"......Reporting Live from New York this is Gale Weathers."

#jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega #scream #scream vi #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #femme for masc #wlw post

[stars-n-spice]

Thoughts on s3 Ep06!

Going to make this quick and will probably be shorter than others because I have fuck awful memory and even though I literally just saw the episode, I watched episode 7 right after and so that's fresher in my mind bUT

Spoilers under cut-

As always, these are not coherent thoughts or in any order of the episode and what happened in it

CHUCHI MY BELOVED MY QUEEN I WAS SO HAPPY TO SEE HER AGAIN!!

And I was surprised to see the Raxus Senator again, it really does seem like they're trying to tie up all the loose ends so now I wouldn't be surprised if that Bennie (?) kid shows up again or something

Felt like a fucking clown when I was like "Oh that's Tech, that's so Tech" the entire time during the beginning of the episode only for it to not be Tech

Howzer <3

I completely forgot about what happened between Howzer and Crosshair on Ryloth so I was like,, "Why the fuck is Howzer being so aggressive?? I don't remember Howzer being so aggressive??" and then I was like, "oh yeah,, nvm-"

I just keep loving Crosshair more and more with every episode,, Force help me

OMEGA MIMICKING CROSSHAIR WITH THE TOOTHPICK?!?!? SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!!

Captain Rex my beloved <3

He looks so funny without his pauldron thingy

ALSO

I could nOT sit still the entire time I was watching these episodes,, I was watching it like how Asian dads watch TV,, like right up in front of the tv and whatnot

It was also because it was dark as fuck and I couldn't see SHIT because my tv kinda sucks but I was standing for pretty much the entire time

Then when Wrecker appeared I fell to my knees

I'm going to be thinking about him petting Batcher for a long time-

OKAY BUT WHEN HUNTER SAW OMEGA MIMICKING CROSSHAIR AND HE HAD THE FAINTEST SMILE ON TOP OF THAT LOOK OF CONFUSION??

Also I love Echo so so so so much,, when he gave her that modified crossbow and told her to keep the others in check?? :(( mom,,

"they don't look happy to see us...just like old times huh?" WRECKER omfg,,

also that clone assassin is so tech right?? like,, that's Tech yeah?? even with the voice thingy he sounds like Crosshair kinda and in the previous episode Crosshair had a moment where he sounded like Tech so like,, that's GOTTA be him

Aaaa,, when Howzer starting coming for Crosshair and Wrecker looked about ready to square up in the background,, and then Hunter defending Cross later, ack ack ackk

CONFIRMATION THAT CROSS WENT THROUGH WITH THAT TRAINING BUT HE'S TOO "SEVERE AND UNYIELDING" SO IT DIDN'T WORK AAAA

at that point i'm kinda surprised they kept him alive?? but still-

i really thought Rex might know what 'M-count' was when Omega mentioned it since he was around Jedi but I guess not??

that entire conversation I was chanting, "Talk to Ahsoka, talk to Ahsoka, talk to Ahsoka"

dude when the fucking,, when (i'm going to call him Tech) when Tech just fucking SNUCK in and was like RIGHT there,,

FUCK that entire,, ugh when he called to report he found Omega I was just like,, "Oh they fucked up so badly. So badly"

EVERY EPISODE HAS ME FUCKING TERRIFIED ABOUT OMEGA BEING TAKEN AWAY AGAIN

the,, the conversation between Crosshair and the clone assassin,,

Cross,,, dude,, what,, what are you hiding man?

Fireball :(((((((((

UGHH

then Tech got fucking crushed by all those rocks and I was like,, "Okay, so maybe he ISN'T tech," but then,, fucking episode 7 changed that-

ALSO ALSO!! SHOWING THE CLONE BASE,, WITH THE FUCKIN,,, WITH THE FUCKING CLONE THEME IN THE BACKGROUND AGUUGHHHEHEUUHHHGHHH

AND THEN WOLFFE AT THE END??? THANK THE FUCKING FORCE THIS WAS A TWO EPISODE RELEASE DAY FUCK

OH MY GOD I MISSED YOU COMMANDER

FUCKING

AAAAAA

anyways,,

im so normal about this show :)

#tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #the bad batch #bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb wrecker #tbb omega #captain rex #captain howzer #commander wolffe

[smashtbh]

Can I have a billy X male reader, where the M!reader is "innocent" but not he actually cause once you piss him off he a whole different person m!reader is a person who can control his self-esteem but one day someone is missing with him calling him names the reader lose his self esteem and beat the shit out that person and Billy falls in love with him and ask him out on a date and mreader accepts?

I’ll request more!!

-👾

Let Loose

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

CW: drugs n alcohol, swearing, violence, bullying, homophobia, billy lowkey simping, billy’s 10/10 flirting skills, pretty cutesy towards the end.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: lololol the end is a lot cuter than i intended it to be

(disclaimer: a lot of this was written while i was high, so if something doesn’t make sense — you’ll know why. also small confession, i write most of my fics while im blown af.)

“You hear about the new guy?” The dude that’s been hanging around Billy asks. He doesn’t know his name, not that he cares — the next party he attends, he’s probably going to have another accomplice following him around at school.

Billy takes the last drag from his cigarette and stubs it out, “Why should I care?”

“Heard he’s queer.” The guy says and Billy can’t help but stiffen at that. He isn’t allowed to react — if he did the guy would get suspicious. “Easy target for some cash.”

Billy doesn’t say anything, just pulls out another cigarette and nods. He hopes that this guy doesn’t go looking for the new kid — hopes that the dude has a smooth transition because Billy knows of all the homophobia that lingers in Hawkins.

Though Billy would be considered a bully, he hasn’t made fun of anyone for being a homosexual. He is one, and it took him a long time to come to terms with it. He knows how difficult it is, especially since he’s closeted and has to go through lines of faceless girls to keep his rep up.

As he’s thinking, he sees a car that isn’t familiar to him park across from where he’s standing against his Camaro.

“That’s him!” The guy next to him says and Billy kind’ve forgot he was there.

The new guy gets out of his car, he’s pretty — anyone with eyes would say so. He’s locking his door and fumbling with his keys when a group of girls comes over to him, excited about a new face.

He’s bashful, Billy notices. He’s constantly running a hand through his hair and the girls are giggling about his biceps, while the poor guy just leans against his car in an attempt to get some personal space.

The new cigarette Billy pulled out is forgotten when one of the girls reaches a hand out to touch the guy’s arm. He drops it and walks over to the group.

“What’s goin’ on over here, huh?” Billy says, mocking their principal’s voice and the girls laugh.

One of the girls turn to Billy, he recognizes her — definitely an old hookup. “Have you met Y/N yet?” The girl says and Y/N doesn’t look too excited to meet him.

Billy offers a sly grin, “Y/N, huh? Billy Hargrove.” He holds his hand out, but Y/N glances away.

“It’s nice to meet you and all, but I’m gonna be late.”

“S’alright.” Billy mutters as Y/N walks into the school.

“What a nerd.” The girls giggle.

Billy just stares at him. At his back and ass. He’s surprised by how quiet the guy seems, but leaves it at that — conversing with the girls.

A couple days later, Billy sees Y/N again. There’s a gang of guys around him — but they don’t seem to be friends.

“C’mon, don’t be a loser.”

Y/N sighs, loud enough for Billy to hear from where he’s standing. “I’m not a party person.”

“We can tell,” They stop to laugh, “but we’re inviting the entire school, so you gotta go.”

They’re walking further away now, but Billy can only assume that Y/N agreed because they’re all cheering and shaking the shit out of him.

At least Billy’s got something to look forward to.

The night of the party comes around and Billy is hanging around this random group of people when all of a sudden, there’s loud screaming. He sees Y/N surrounded again. Poor dude can’t seem to get a break.

“Stop being a fuckin’ loser and drink the shot!”

“Dude — I gotta drive home, I’m good.” Y/N is calmly declining.

The crowd around them is cheering, screaming a chant to get him to take the shots. Billy ditches the group he’s with to get closer.

“Tonight is the night you throw away that ‘good boy’ title, c’mon!” One of the guys are yelling, every word agitates Y/N a bit more.

“I said I’m good.” He yells, just loud enough for the crowd to hear him, then proceed to boo at him.

One of the guys scoffs, turns to the crowd and shouts, “Looks like we’ve got a pussy!”

Everyone laughs, Billy is watching Y/N’s every move — sees how he clenches his jaw and fists.

Billy is a lot closer now, almost in the circle of commotion. He hears when Y/N speaks up, “Keep it up, asshole.”

“Maybe I will, gay boy.” The other guy says, and the crowd cringes at that — “oohs” and “oh shiiits” come from the people around them.

Y/N goes still for a moment, Billy blinks.

The other guy is on the fucking floor. With Y/N on top of him, beating the shit out of this dude. He’s impressed with how quickly Y/N was able to take him down, finds it kind’ve attractive.

People are backing away quickly, but Billy moves closer. He’s right behind Y/N — and he means to grab him off the guy, but he wants to let him fuck him up a little bit longer.

That piece of shit deserves it anyways.

After a couple of seconds Billy tears Y/N off of him, pulling the both of them away from the crowd.

They’re outside now, and Billy is holding Y/N against him.

He stares at him for a bit, amazed at how perfect Y/N still seems to look even after he’s just made a fool out of some dipshit. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

Y/N pushes away from Billy, breathing hard from the adrenaline. “Oh,” Y/N dusts himself off, “it’s you.”

“Yeah, remember me?” Billy smiles, then glances down at the blood on Y/N’s knuckles.

Y/N looks down and shrugs. “Sorry. I beat the shit outta him, huh.”

“Damn right.” Billy says dreamily.

Y/N laughs and sits back against the wall of the house. “Thanks, for taking me out of there — “

“I could take you out.” Billy says quickly.

“What?” Y/N raises an eyebrow.

“Let’s go out.” Billy crouches down to his level on the ground. “I’ll take you somewhere nice.”

Y/N sits up straighter. “Are you asking me out on a date?”

“Depends.” Billy reaches his hand out to graze a finger over the cut on Y/N’s eyebrow. “You’re — you like guys, right?”

“Depends.” Y/N smiles, cringing at the pain on his brow. Billy caresses his face in apology.

Billy laughs and takes Y/N’s hand in his. “Go out on a date with me, L/N.”

“I don’t remember telling you my last name.”

Billy blushes a bit at that, “I do my research.” He sits on the ground with him. “You keep dodging my questions.”

Y/N grins, “Well they aren’t exactly questions, Hargrove.”

“You’re a dumbass.” Billy scoffs, and smacks his shoulder lightly. “Will you go on a date with me?”

“So polite of you, how could I refuse.” Y/N says with sarcasm dripping off of his words. “How do I know this isn’t some kind of joke?”

Billy frowns. “Why would I joke about something like this?”

Y/N shrugs.

“I swear this isn’t a joke — I don’t just go around asking pretty boys to go out on dates with me.”

“You don’t even know me.” Y/N mumbles.

“I know but,” Billy stops for a moment, “I want to.”

Y/N sighs and lets his head fall against the wall. “Promise me, Billy.”

Billy leans towards him, lowering his voice. “I promise that I’m not joking, and that I’m actually asking you out because I think you’re an absolute badass.” He bites his lip. “And you’re hot as hell, so that’s a bonus.”

Y/N huffs a laugh and wraps his arms around Billy’s neck, pulling him into an embrace. “Six tomorrow sound good?”

Billy smiles against him, tucking his head into the crook of Y/N’s neck. “Six it is.”

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#stranger things #stranger things x male reader #male reader #billy hargrove x male reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #x male reader #mlm #gay #angst #fluff

[blorbocedes]

ok, so i got into f1 through dts in the past few years, and then stumbled across the brocedes rabbit hole recently. before that i didn't really know/like nico at all, because everyone made out like he was awful and obsessed with lewis. but i've just been watching the 2016 season, and not only is nico actually really nice (especially when he keeps being booed by crowds for literally no reason) but i have to say that i was shocked by how unreliable both mercedes cars were in that season. like, people make it out as though lewis' car was breaking down all the time and nico's was perfect, but in almost every race where lewis had car issues, so did nico. even watching the sky sports coverage (where they do talk almost non-stop about lewis and are definitely biased towards him), the number of times that they interview niki or toto going 'oh it was a perfect race for nico but car issues for lewis' and toto or niki say that actually both cars had issues is insane. also, people keep saying that nico would deliberately speak foreign languages in the cooldown room to exclude lewis (which im obviously not discounting), but in almost all of the cooldown rooms that they've shown for this season, it's just really awkward and quiet as they don't talk to each other, or anyone at all really. i feel like nico has just been done so dirty by everyone

come here anon let me kiss you with tongue

i went through this exact journey of discovery too where I was like yeahhhh everyone hates this guy! boo 🍅🍅🍅 so I went looking deeper into why (so I can be an #informed hater) and then I was like HUH.... he's not the manipulative evil obsessed with lewis can't get over their past relationship dude he's portrayed in fanon or exacerbated by sky news. in fact he was well liked by the grid!!! he invited others on Air Rosberg so they could all go travel together. and don't get me started on The Narratives of it all. my man was getting booed at Silverstone or for beating lewis, and he was saying thank you to the fans... the tifosi booed him for winning Monza and he turned that around and made them sing with him!!! (and then kravitz called it embarrassing 😶)

the British sky coverage bias is SO real, and not do get me started on the crashes which are all framed as "Nico got envious and rammed into Lewis" and not the amount of times Lewis didn't leave enough space, or he was the one who caused it....... but I digress. the W-06s were kind of like the 2022 Ferraris where they were insanely fast but notoriously unreliable. fucking hell when Nico won the championship -- EVERYONE including his own team of Toto and Niki were talking about whether Lewis lost due to DNFs, and it took sebastian vettel to be like. hey. can we talk about Nico's deserved win tho?

lewis was asked if he thought the better man won and he said he didn't agree with that, and then when he retired was like "oh I'm not surprised, it's the first time he's won anything in 20 years." 🥴🥴🥴

every time someone learns more about nico over what's regurgitated about him they're always Huh... he's just some well meaning cringe dude... and not an evil mastermind 🤥 I do not discount that they've both hurt each other in ways we're not aware of, but everything that's publicly available means that's not our stance to take (hate a guy on Behalf of lewis cause he won't say his name)

now I don't blame fans -- how would you know about something that happened like 7 years ago now? and Lewis is very skilled at the narratives around him, he had a team that despite letting both drivers race was clearly behind him; and everything since DTS, fanon has been reinforcing the same narrative.

ultimately, nico won 2016 and lewis won the narrative.

sorry this answer got so long!!! i have mental problems!!! happy to recruit you in our large number of 6 nicologists if you now swing that way. 💕

#nico rosberg #the villainizing nico thesis (condensed) #i wish he was as evil as fandom makes him out to be. instead he's just a guy very enthusiastic about electric cars #cringe (affectionate) #blorbocedes ask #nicology

[italiansteebie]

Could you write something where Steve has echolalia and he's self conscious about it? Maybe he tries to hide it somehow, but however you want to do it. I don't know if I should have been surprised to find that no one has written any, but I was, and I'd like to see it

I haven't been very inspired lately so this is kinda bad Im so sorry..

It's just a little drabble

Steve's Echo

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"Welcome to Family Video!" Robin singsongs as a customer walks in. She pauses, waiting for the quiet echo, "Family Video!" There it is. When It first happened, she arched her eyebrow, but quickly eased her face as worry etched across her best friends face. "Sorry," He said, turning away, trying to mask the red brush that was creeping up his neck, blooming to the tips of his ears.

She brushed it off, it was obviously something Steve was sensitive about, why would she bring it up again? Unless he really wanted to talk about it, she considers, but he's never mentioned anything like that. So she let it go, and it became just another thing about Steve Harrington that was certainly unexpected.

Steve on the other hand, could not brush it off, and every time he echoed unconsciously, it was like the embarrassment took over his body. As a child, he often got in trouble for it, the mannerism being deemed as "mocking" or "making fun" by his teachers, and caused harsh whispers and a quick backhand from his father.

So he learned to repeat in his head until he could get somewhere private to soothe himself. It was the "bring-bring" of the bell, and the rumbling of Mr. Cornic's voice as he droned on about the chemical changes of hydrogen or whatever. He remembers excusing himself so many times in that class that Mr. Cornic pulled him aside and asked him if everything was okay. He nodded his head, shying away, and perfected the art of whispering under his breath just loud enough to feel the satisfaction but quiet enough that no one else could hear, and if they could, it wasn't bothersome.

With Robin, it was odd. He had a harder time hiding his echoes around her, but they never seemed to be bother some for her. She had made a face the first time he neglected to hold the echo back, but it didn't last too long. And soon it became such a normal occurrence, he had trouble holding it back around everyone else.

Dustin came into family video, rambling about something, but the way his voice sounded sparked something in Steve's brain. "Okay? Steve!" He said, and the mimic bubbled up out of his throat before he could stop it.

"Okayyyy. Steve!" and his mouth moved to repeat it a second time, but the look on Dustin's face made the urge sink in his chest, as shame and embarrassment rose up.

"Are you mocking me, Steve?" Hurt flooded Dustin's tone, and Steve was quick to shake his head, but the quick turn of events was getting overwhelming, his voice stuttered and shook as he tried to force the apology out of his mouth. Robin piped up before Dustin could get more upset, which Steve was eternally grateful for.

"Nah, dingus. It's just his echoes." She said simply, and Steve nodded dumbly, gesturing in agreement. "Huh? Like... Like echolalia?" Dustin questioned, and of course, of course, Dustin knows what it is. So, Steve nodded, voice coming unwound from his throat, "Yeah. It- uh. Yeah." He stuttered.

There was a look of realization on the kid's face, and the hurt that had been dwindling, was erased completely. "I get it dude. I have it too, but it doesn't happen as often. You know. I usually just skip over it like nothing happened. If I ignore it, so does everyone else." Relief washed over Steve as dustin finished his statement. "This is why you're my favorite," He said, ruffling his hair, voice coming out stronger as he recovers from the shock.

Dustin beams, and Robin nods at the two of them, "Like mother, like son." She says, waving a hand, walking away to organize the horror display.

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Awful ending, I apologize

#steve harrington #autistic dustin henderson #autistic steve harrington #autistic steve : ) #robin buckley #steve and robin #best friend robin #platonic soulmates robin and Steve #stranger things #echolalia #text post #answered ask #anonymous #light angst #autistic robin buckley #family video #Steve has bad parents #steve has bad parents #brotherly dustin henderson

[ruedavis]

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑢𝑠.

pairing: jacob custos x fem!reader

warnings: strong language

song inspiriation: im not the only one by sam smith

word count: 602

back to hackett’s quarry for another summer of fun.

i had my headphones in the whole car journey there but could still all of the loud voices beside me. kaitlyn and dylan argued about something stupid had knocked into my side.

my eyes skimmed over the trees we drove past - feeling a bit motion sick i looked back into the packed car to lock eyes with the last person i wanted to see.

jacob. surprisingly we used to be the best of friends but that soon flipped around when i realised he fucked me over so he could screw emma.

as i had thought back to all the times we had hung out together it really didn’t surprise me now, the subtle but obvious touches, him always being by her side, him making excuse after an excuse as we had made plans together.

yes, yes i know what you’re gonna say. y/n why didn’t you see that? that’s so obvious! blah. blah. blah.

it’s kind of hard to see someone’s a walking red flag when i’m wearing rose tinted glasses isn’t it?

i was deeply falling for that boy and i thought he had felt the same about me since we had spent every waking minute together, i obviously found that out a little too late.

we had finally arrived back at the camp really early in the day so we had more than enough time to set up. i went off to one of the cabins near the radio shack, setting my stuff and a few of the necessities as i heard the door slam shut.

turning around to be face to face with jacob.

“we need to talk.” 

i scoffed at his empty words and carried on with my tasks at hand. he stood in the same spot as when he had walked in, just watching me do things before trying to speak again.

“we really need to put this behind us dude, like i miss you, don’t you miss me? miss us?”

my back was facing away from him. stopping fluffing the campers’ pillows. “you have some fucking nerve walking in here talking about some what? comfort? empathy? something to make you sleep better at night since emma didn’t want your sorry ass?”, jacob looked at his feet in response.

“no c’mon jacob. wanna fuck around with me a bit more, huh?” 

“y-you know it wasn’t like that y/n!” i went to walk around him to the exit of the cabin, done with his obvious bullshit. that’s when he grabbed my arm, him with the upper hand with his clear strength advantage. it was no use.

tears filled my eyes as i struggled, “i can’t believe you! i can’t believe you’d come back and do this to me again.” i stopped flailing my arm and started to push at his chest.

“i hate you.” my strong jabs soon turned weak as my sobbing became stronger - i fell and bawled into his chest and he just stood and took it, soon catching my fragile figure.

after a couple of minutes of standing in that position the brunette spoke, “im so sorry. i really am, i never meant to hurt you.” with that said realisation kicked in and i pushed myself away from him, taking a small glance in his direction.

“i loved you.”

he was looking back at me with a pained expression, i honestly couldn’t careless on how he felt in that moment of time.

i gathered myself before walking out the door to the others, he did not think to stop me again, but when he did turn around to do so the door had slammed in his face.

i know i’m not the only one...

#Jacob custos #Jacob custos x reader #jacob custos imagine #jacob custos imagines #jacob custos oneshot #jacob custos oneshots #jacob custos fanfic #jacob custos fanfics #jacob custos x you #imagine #imagines #oneshot #oneshots #the quarry #the quarry fanfic #the quarry fanfics #the quarry imagine #the quarry imagines #the quarry x reader #the quarry x you #x reader #x you #jacob custos angst #angst

[chaoticnezz]

Could you possibly do a comfort story with Larry from Sally face? It doesn’t have to be anything specific but maybe just friendly cuddles and reassurance? Thanks :D

Honestly, Larry would be an amazing big brother if he had a little sister, so I kinda imagine he would see you as one

🌸F!reader x Larry (platonic)🌸

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Addisons appartments weren't all too pretty, nor was it in the best condition. But the residents helped make up for it. Maybe some of the residents were magicans because it was extremely easy to get along with them.

Others not really so much. You had a few classes with a guy named Xander he was, in all honesty, the most popular dude in the school. Ladys wise that is. He just had such a carefree air around him, not to mention that he wasn't bad looking at all. his black hair always seemed so well taken care of, and he almost always had a smillllllle on his face.

Maybe that was what drew you to him. Maybe that was the first warning. A smile can be used for many reasons.

You watched as the leaves twirled in the wind as you sally, and ash all sat near the pond. Y/n didn't you say you were waiting on someone? huh, oh yeah, im waiting on Xander. You smiled at ash, but before she could say something, you heard the sound of a car door opening. Looking over, you saw Xanders smilely, face staring down at you.

Hey y/n! Ash and sally left you two alone say that they wanted to give you two some private time. Xander smiled and waved the two off. The second the two were no longer able to be seen, his smile dropped. Listen, im going to be honest with you. you're an awful woman. i mean, you can't even cater to your boyfriends desires. On top of that, you're not even good-looking. the only reason I got with you was because you had decent assets.

W-what, why are you saying all these things to me? See, you can't even understand what im saying. I don't want to be with you anymore. Is it that hard to understand. Before you could speak, Xanderes phone goes off. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a date with my girlfriend. Without another word, he got into his car and drove off. You didn't cry at first, maybe because the shock was a bit too much for you. Maybe that's also how you found yourself here.

Room 1B The room was located in the basement. Luckily, Lisa had given you the key to get in if you ever needed to. You enter the apartmenet and imedeantly went to the door that had the keep out door sign on it. You knocked, Who is it? It's me y/n, can I come in, please? Your tone must have been a little bit shakey because Larry rushed and opened the door.

as soon as the door opened, you fet it. As gentel as rain drops, tears began to fall down your face in an endless stream. Woah dude, are you like, alright? The only sound that came from your mouth was muffled clrys. Larry gently pulled you over to the bean bag and sat you down on it. You felt the bean bag dip on one side as Larry sat down next to you.

You hugged Larry very tightly. Surprised at first, Larry soon reciprocated the hug. The two of you sat in scilence that was ocasionaly broken up by a sob. Larry? your weak voice broken the silence. Yeah? Am I ugly? if you were able to see Larrys face, you would have seen a look of shock. Of course not, you're very beautiful, who told you otherwise? Xander.. he said that I was unatractive.

Larry hugged you tighter, Don't listen to what that asshole has to say! He has no taste at all! You should have seen that based on his shoes. you let out a small laugh and snuggled more into Larry. The two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night.

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Larry beat Xanders ass afterwards :)

#sally face #larry johnson #platonic #request #x reader

[gnrbitch]

Summer Break Pt.6- Drugstore Adventures

Warnings: Drug usage, smoking, profanity, some inappropriate topic (?)

<>: Flashback

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Day 8, 1986

Slash had a heavy feeling in his chest, one which he couldn’t shake no matter how much he tried. Sitting across from Izzy at the hell house, watching his friend light up a spoon, he sighed.

“Iz man, I gotta tell you something”

“What’da do now Slash” Izzy said looking up at him, Slash wasn’t really the kind of person to speak in such a nervous manner, so Izzy knew it was bad.

“The day before Y/n saw the dude die” Slash sucked in a breath “She walked in on me Oding”

“Jesus fucken christ Slash” Izzy said shaking his head at him

“That’s not it”

“What the fuck do you mean that’s not it”

<>

“And don’t worry, I won’t tell Duff” Y/n smiled

“Yea, fuck thanks” Slash said “Thanks for not freaking out and leaving me there to die” he let out a breathy laugh.

Y/n looked over at Slash and let out a short laugh also, “Yea, this isn’t my first rodeo”

Slash, in his drugged haze, and Y/n, in her high haze, both looked at each other.

Slash let his eyes roam around Y/n’s face, until she spoke up.

“You’re looking at me for too long” She smiled

“You can’t blame me” Slash said softly, looking into her eyes

“They’re your eyes” Y/n scoffed/ laughed

“Well they can’t help it” He said, now looking at her lips.

Slash knew he shouldn’t have done it, but he did, he leaned in and kissed her, and to his surprise she kissed back, but only for a second, before pulling back.

“You’re fucked” She laughed

<>

“I don’t fucken believe you” Izzy said, looking at Slash with a shocked expression. “Not only did you Od in front of her, but you fucken kissed her!” Izzy said in a hushed voice, even though he and Slash were the only people in the house.

“Look I know it’s fucked- ”

“Yea, kissing Duffs little sister is fucked”

“What do i do?” Slash said rubbing his palms together nervously

“If she hasn’t said anything, then you don’t say anything” Izzy said looking at him “Plus Y/ns got a lot of shit going on right now, i don’t think she’s worrying about it as much as you are” he shrugged

“Yea, you’re right” Slash sighed.

“Just don’t kiss her again” Izzy smiled

“Fuck you”

*

“How long do you think we’ve been sitting here?” Y/n asked John, the pair sitting across from eachother on Johns bed.

“Im not sure” John softly said, Iggy Pops ‘Fun house’ playing in the back.

“How have you felt?” Y/n said, using her hand to move some of his hair out of his way.

“I don’t know, sad I guess” John sighed “But you’ve helped me feel better”

Y/n showed him a soft smile.

“You know what we should do?” John said suddenly

“What should we do Fru?” Y/n smiled at the boy who had now, jumped out the bed and stood in front of her.

It had been three days since the godforsaken day, and Y/n had made it her priority to help John and stay by his side. Seeing a little bit of progress, it helped her feel better.

“We should dye our hair!” John said excitedly

Y/n looked at him, still with her bright smile “Dye our hair?”

John just nodded, “And what color were you thinking Mr Frusciante?”

“Blond” He stated, as if he had just came up with the idea on the spot (which he probably did).

“That’s a good choice” Y/n said, now getting off of Johns bed. “What color do you think I should do?”

“Blond” He smiled at her.

“Fru” Y/n smiled and rolled her eyes “My brothers blond”

“Hm. Black?”

“Black sounds good”

“Alright then! let’s go” John said, handing Y/n her shoes.

“Where are we gonna get it anyways” Y/n said, forcing her foot to go into her shoe.

“Drugstore obviously” John smiled.

“huh, okay”

*

“This one?” John held up a box of hair dye to Y/n’s face.

“beautifully blond” Y/n said in a seductive voice, “Sounds perfect” She laughed.

“Wait… why do you have two boxes and I only have one” John said furrowing his eyebrows

“Hm. let’s think” Y/n said looking at him “Maybe it’s cause i got long hair” she gasp as John rolled his eyes.

“Smartass” he said

“The smartest” Y/n smiled at him

“Should i get two?”

“Nah”

*

“Hold still Fru!” Y/n said as she put the dye into Johns hair.

Y/n already had her hair up in a clip, and now she was struggling to get John to hold still. Which was damn near impossible.

“I’m trying! i just wanna see if you’re doing it right” John said as he looked at Y/n through his bathroom mirror.

“Okay how about” Y/n said as she left Johns bathroom, going into his room and grabbing his guitar, “How about you play me something while i’m doing this” she handed him his guitar.

“Fine” He said, grabbing the acoustic “what do you want me to play?”

“Anything” The girl said, splitting a section of his hair.

“Anything anything anything” John repeated to himself while looking at Y/n’s concentration face through the mirror.

“Okay” He finally said, strumming his guitar.

“That’s nice” Y/n spoke after a few moments of silence.

John smiled as he felt his cheeks heat up.

*

“Do you have a blow dryer?” Y/n said as she and John sat on his bed, a joint being passed between the two.

“Pretty sure my mom has one” He spoke as he looked at the towel on Y/n’s head. “Do you wanna use it?” He asked

“Please”

“It should be in the bathroom drawer” He said, nodding his head towards the door.

“You’re not gonna come with me?” Y/n’s eyebrows scrunched together.

“You’re the one who needs it” He told her, joint in his mouth.

“right” she said getting up and walking into Johns restroom.

Looking into the first drawer, she found it. She closed the door and began to dry her hair. Without thinking about Johns attitude.

She furrowed her eyebrows together, unsure if it was because of the hair brush going through her hair or because of the bitter feeling she felt with the way John spoke to her.

In the middle of drying her hair, the bathroom door opened.

“Are you mad at me?” John said as he looked at her.

“Why would I be mad?” She said, watching herself dry her hair through the mirror.

“Cause you never came back to my room”

“Didn’t think you wanted me there” She shrugged

“Why would you think that?” He said, trying to get her to look at him.

“With the way you spoke to me, seems like you don’t even want me to be in your house” She said, running a brush through her hair.

“I know I sounded fucked up, im sorry okay?” John said as he grabbed the dryer from her hand, turning it off.

Y/n finally looked at him, “Do you like me John?”

John was shocked at her sudden question “What?”

“Do you like me?” she asked again, softly grabbing the hairdryer from Johns hands.

John tripped over his words, “W-well yea i like you, of course I do”

“Okay, I forgive you then” she said, turning the dryer back on

“I just told you i liked you and you just-” John said as Y/n turned the dryer back off, then turned to him.

Then she kissed him.

“There you go” She said, pulling back, both of their cheeks flushed.

John looked at her with wide eyes, not only were his cheeks red, but also the poor boys ears were on fire.

He stated at her the whole time she finished drying her hair, and when she took her time putting everything back.

“Are you okay?” Y/n asked worriedly.

John just pulled her into another kiss.

They pulled away, hearts fluttering as they stared at each other.

“Yea. I’m okay”

Y/n just smiled at him.

*

“I’ll see if i can come tomorrow, I think Duffs getting tired of me leaving” Y/n said as she kicked at nothing, standing on the last step of the stair case in front of Duffs apartment.

“Hopefully you can, or maybe I can come over?” He asked her nervously.

Y/n smiled, “Maybe you can, I’ll ask Duff”

“Okay cool. See you tomorrow” John said, waiting for a kiss from Y/n, which she obviously knew it was what he wanted.

The girl looked around, and in back of her to see if anyone was there, before leaning in and kissing John.

“See you tomorrow Fru” She smiled at him, turning around and walking through the complex door.

Y/n waltz into Duffs apartment, smile on her face (which she tried to hide, considering the fact she heard all of the boys there before she walked in.)

“Hey guys” Y/n spoke softly “Like my new hair?” She asked with a smile on her face.

“Looks fucken sick” Steven smiled at her, standing up to go look at it up close.

“Thanks Stevie, where’s Duff?” Y/n asked

“I’m right- Oh my god” Duff said with wide eyes, looking at Y/n’s hair.

“Was that good or bad?” The girl asked nervously, after what happened Y/n had became quite unsure of herself, she made a mental note to look that up at the library when she goes back to Seattle.

“It’s- Its different” He said, walking towards her.

Y/n just stared up at him, not only is she the one who doesn’t look like the rest of the Mckagan clan (Her mom says she has her grandmas look), but she also didn’t inherit their height (She stood around Y/h, which wasn’t bad).

“Are you mad at me?” She said as she put her hand on her hip.

“No! no im not mad, I think you look cool” he said. Duff had been walking around egg shells with Y/n, and this being the first conversation she’s held with anyone, he’s making sure to keep the ball rolling.

“I think it makes you look mean” Axl jumped into the conversation.

“Huh” she said “That’s a good thing right?”

“Yup. Exactly why I dyed mine black” Izzy spoke, eyebrows raising as he remembered what Slash had told him earlier in the day.

“Awww Izzy & Y/n are twinsies” Steven said, picking fun at Izzy.

“I see nothing wrong with that” Izzy shrugged

“That’s the nicest thing i’ve ever heard” Y/n smiled at him.

“Okay so me calling you cool wasn’t nice” Duff rolled his eyes.

“Oh you’re right, you’re so nice Duff” Y/n smiled up at him.

“Did your little boyfriend dye his hair too?” Duff asked, smirk on his face as he watched Y/n blush.

“Fru is not my boyfriend” She quickly spoke, “But yes, he did” she yawned, covering her mouth with her hand.

“You tired?” Duff looked at her, getting a sense of Deja-vu to when they were younger.

“Yea. I’m gonna go to bed.” She said, walking past her room and into the bathroom.

“Thought she said she was gonna go to bed” Steven said

“Some people brush their teeth first Steven” Duff said as he sat down.

Steven laughed “You’re so right”

“Do you really like her hair?” Axl spoke in a hushed tone.

“Yea actually i do, i think she looks rad” Duff said

“Better hope she doesn’t attract anymore boys” Axl teasingly smiled at him.

Izzy choked on his beer, coughing to recover.

“Woah! you okay?” Steven said as he patted his dark haired friend on the back.

“Yea- yea i’m fine” Izzy cleared his throat, fucken Slash he thought.

“Honestly, I think we should meet that Fru kid” Axl said, more serious look on his face.

“I was thinking the same thing, but i don’t wanna go all crazy parent on Y/n” Duff ran his hands through his hair.

“True. We should just wait for the right moment”

“Why do you keep saying we Axl” Duff chuckled

“Goodnight guys” They group of boys turned to look at Y/n, saying their goodnights as she walked into her room.

Duff and Axl looked at each other

“Cause that’s our little sister” He smiled at his blonde friend.

Not all of ours, Izzy thought

*

“Y/n” Slash said as he saw Y/n walk into their shared room.

“Hey Slash” The girl tiredly smiled at him, “Why aren’t you with the guys?”

“Cause I um, I wanted to talk to you” He said, rubbing his palms together.

“Go on” The girl said as she put her oversized sweater on.

“I’m sorry i kissed you, i shouldn’t have done that” He spoke quietly

Y/n smiled at him, “Don’t worry about it Slash, it’s cool”

“Yea, cool” He said even quieter “I’ve missed hanging out with you”

“Me too Slash” She said, now sitting on her bed, facing him “Sorry I haven’t been around much”

“Yea” he said “That Fru kid been taking up a lot of your time”

“I know, I just-” she looked down “I feel like after what happened I just have to be there for him, but i really like him too y’know?” she spoke quietly.

“Do you like him more than me?” He asked, unsure why he was saying all this.

Y/n smiled “Don’t start a competition between you and Fru, he’s not Tracii”

“I fucken hate Tracii” Slash mumbled, smile on his face.

“Hey I forgot to tell you, remember that party Steven threw” Y/n said, suddenly remembering that she never told Slash about what had happened with Tracii

“Yea i remember, not all of it though” He winked at her as Y/n rolled her eyes.

“Shut up, but could you believe Tracii tried to kiss me?” She said as he watched his eyes widen.

“Are you serious?”

“Serious as serious can be” She said, nodding her head.

“That dudes fucken weird” He said “This is perfect, gives me another reason not to like him” Slash smiled at her.

“I knew you would say that” Y/n laughed.

Slash looked at her head, “I knew there was something different” he said, pointing to her hair.

“Surprised it took you this long to notice, you like it?”

“Looks fucken dope” he smiled at her “I like it”

“Do you like it better than my natural color?” She mocked him.

He rolled his eyes “Shut up”

————

FINALLY UPDATED!! I’m so sorry i’ve lagged to update. Also sorry this one’s a bit short, i’ve had some writers block ngl 😓😓. But were you guys shocked with that little loop i threw in?

Gonna try to update soon!!! Hope you guys enjoyed. Till next time xxx

#slash #axl rose #duff mckagan #guns n' roses #izzy stradlin #guns n roses fanfic #slash gnr #slashfanfic #guns n roses imagine #slash fanfiction #john frusciante #steven adler #gnr fanfiction #gnr fic #guns n roses #gnr imagine #axlrosefic #duff mckagan fanfic

[miss-atena]

HEHEHE TENA im coming in with another bimbovirus scenario request <3 Eri and Cody celebrating her birthday together in the lab, she’s blowing a small cake and making a sweet wish with him!! thank uuuu <3 (happy birthday to me)

HIHI ERI!!! HOPE YOU WAKE UP TO A GREAT DAY SINCE IT IS YA BDAY!!!!

I had wild ideas for this since u asked, but I think I found the perfect one AKA the one I drew for you. By the way, why don't I share that drawing?

Birthday surprise - BimboVirus (and BEN)

It was coming the day, Cody knew it, and that made him nervous. What day? His stupid assistant's birthday. Eri was not the brightest person, by far, but she was still one of the closest person he had, though not by his choice, per say.

Cody had thought of multiple things he could do for her. Maybe actually teaching something, but that was gonna probably cause the 5th lab fire this week, and the fire extinguisher was running low already. He also could try preparing something for her, but his skills on the kitchen were not as good as one would expect. He was running low on ideas each minute that passed, until he remembered the person that was most likely able to help, much to his displeasure.

"So... You came here to ask me for help, huh? What will I get in return?" BEN asked, with his arms crossed and a grin on his face.

"Listen here I am not asking for help, I am asking for advice, fucknuts. You are one of the only person who know her good, since you track her phone. What do you think would be a good birthday gift?" Cody was red from embarrassment of just having to ask BEN of all people.

"She is a bimbo, dude. Anyone with more than two braincells can think of a pink dress to give her. Unless..." The elf boy went closer to Cody, nudging him with his elbow "you like her, dontya big guy? I can help plan a party for her if I can have a piece of cake too."

"WHAT NO I DON'T. YEAH SHE IS CUTE AND KINDA ABOVE AVERAGE STANDARDS ON APPEARANCE AND IS ENTERTAINING AND... oh shit I really like her..." Cody had to hide his face in his hands " fine you get a piece of cake, just help me with this shit."

.

.

.

Eri had gone back to the manor after going out with Nina, Clockwork and Zero to a birthday shopping spree. Though none of the girls shared the same aesthetic, they managed to have fun shopping each time, which always brightened the bimbo girl. She even bought this super adorbs frilly dress that she thought would look good with the lab coat Sir Cody got her.

Talking about it, she needed to get to the lab, she IS Sir Cody's super adorbs assistant, and he probably was having to handle all that brain consuming paper work. It's her birthday, but she needed to work. And maybe Eri really just wanted to be near Cody, but who could say?

When the girl reached the Lab, though, she heard another voice inside. Was Sir Cody doing an experiment on Toby again? No, the voice was different. Sounded like... BEN?

Cody opened the door to find Eri, which lead him on a spiral of thoughts before he mustered. "Finally you're here. I've been waiting for you to show for... Work. All day. I need you to come with your eyes closed. Don't ask questions."

"Oh okay Sir Cody! Did you... Prepare a surprise for little ol' me? Oh sir Cody..." The girl continued to blabber happily with her eyes closed, while Cody carefully guided her to a spot in the lab. He hoped she wouldn't burn everything accidentally this time.

He had to motion for Ben to put stuff at the right place quietly while he guided her to a beautiful cake that Cody bought.

"Can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah just don't-"

Eri opened her eyes and let an excited happy scream of the lab being totally decorated in pink and with the beautiful pink cake. Omg did sir Cody do all of this for her? Oh and Ben is there too, what is he doing in here?

"... Overreact." Cody sighed "Me and BEN put this little party to you. For your birthday and stuff... And, uh..."

"Oh sir Cody I loved loved it!! Everything looks amazing! Oh i could give you a kiss from how happy I am!!"

Cody almost choked with what she said, and stood his hands up "not necessary."

"Hey, where is my payment for the help, 'Sir Codyyy~'?" BEN mocked, with a shit eating grin. Oh how Cody hated him right now.

"Ugh, fine, I'll cut the cake, let me just do something real quick." Cody, as quickly as he could, gave a kiss to Eri's cheek and but his mask up to hide his blush.

Eri... She was on the clouds and felt as if she was gonna faint from how much blood run to her face. He just... She...

"Dude you are going to kill her this way..."

"Shut the fuck up and get your cake"

"Can I blow the candles first?"

"Oh, uh, sure."

Eri held a deep breath before quickly yelling "I want sir Cody to kiss my cheek again!!" And blowing the candles.

"Oops, I guess now Sir Cody will have to kiss my cheek again..."

"... You have to wish in your head for it to come true, Eri."

Happy bday Eri, love uu/p and hope we will share more BimboVirus content with each other!!!

#creepypasta #creepypasta fanfic #creepypasta x oc #x virus #x virus x oc #bimbovirus #thanks for the request! #erimelodii

[chatisthisfr]

You're sexy when you're angry-John Bender

John bender x fem!reader

lime

(Part two)

summary: you were just a mere class clown but you never did something so bad to get you in Saturday detention. that was until your enemy in class blamed one of Benders actions on you, the action being spilling her coffee on all her electronics while the teacher was in the restroom, making them unusable. you now weren't too fond of bender. for now

this is definitely not gonna be the same as the movie. i dont remember the lines very well so ima improve.

your pov

I can't believe e/n blamed me for one of stupid benders pranks. Your parents were beyond pissed. you'd never gotten detention before you never dreamed of getting Saturday detention. I walk in the doors of this place. this is hell. who would make someone go to school on saturday. this is so messed up. I soon walked to the library with the other students. 4 others are sitting in the room. I recognize claire and andy but not the other 2. one looked like she just woke up from getting beat and the other one was a boy. who looked like a huge dork. "Aw y/n l/n. right on time. surprising for a prankster and delinquent" I heard vernon say. "I told you, it wasn't my fa-""I don't want to hear it ms. l/n. We already discussed this. you are guilty." jeez i hate this guy. I think to myself and i go to sit in a desk in the very back. I look down and start picking at my short nails. "Bender! you are late" vernon yells. Oh you gotta be kidding me. I have to be in this place for 8 hours with this piece of shit, bender. "do you actually think i give 2 shits if i'm on time to this" he says casually walking to the desk infront of me. "That's another detention for you sir." "whatever" bender rolls his eyes. " You know the rules. if you don't they're on the board. Don't make me give you any more detention after this. i don't wanna have to see your faces any more then i already have to." vernon leaves the room and props the door open. "Damn this sucks" I whisper "It's your fault you spilt coffee all over our english teachers electronics." he smirks, slyly, knowing damn well that he was the one who did that. "Oh shut up bender, you know you did that. It's you and stupid e/n's fault" "what does that girl have against you anyway. wait. nevermind. i don't care." he smirks and turns around facing away from me. "what a dick." I mumble under my breath "i heard that and yes i do have a nice dick. I bet you wanna see it, don't you." "John just leave the poor girl alone. She does not want to see your dick." I see claire from a few desks infront of us speak. "Huh oh are you the one who wants to see it." Bender replys "Bender shut the hell up." Andy says, flipping him off. "Aren't you the one who told me to not use profanity last time we were all in here." He smirks childishly. "Wait yall were all in detention together before?" i ask. i then here the nerd boy speak up. "We all had our different reasons for being in detention and we had to right a letter for an apology. Turns out he didnt like our letter and he thought we were talking back so he said we had to come back for another this saturday. I'm brian by the way" "Alright thanks dork." I say as i look away from him "aNyway as i was saying. Don't be a hypocrite sporto" Bender says smirking at andy. "Bender do you do anything but annoy people?" I ask and roll my eyes "Why yes im very good at finge-" "What's with all the talking! Does no one know the rules." vernon yells coming into the room. "It was y/n sir" bender says with a smirk. "What the hell dude. you were the one talking." i reply. "actually you guys were both talking." Brian says matter of factly "shuddup dude." I send brian a glare "If i hear talking again, you all get another detention." Vernon was walking back and forth from the desks . Fun fact: i had gotten pretty good at pit-pocketing. So i grabbed his keys that would let him into the library if the door closed. i smirk and saw him leave "perfect" I say. "what did you do" claire says in a scared tone. She's in my classes so she's seen me pull my small pranks. "oh nothing. just got a little toy from vermin" i smirk showing claire the keys. before he can notice the keys are gone, i quickly get up and shut the door. quietly. thought, even though he's gonna see at some point. "i didn't know you got yourself into trouble like that." Bender says. "That's because our english teacher likes me and gives me good grades. and that's the only class we have together." I reply "Yeah i have her in all my classes. she does some wild stuff sometimes." claire says "How wild" Bender smirks

I have to make a part 2 sorry lol

#john bender #the breakfast club

[icarusdoesntdie]

Non-binary!Reader/JTK

But it didn't feel like you deserved this. Nothing of what you did warranted this. But there, still, in an unfamiliar room, illuminated by what little light creeped in from the hallway, a murderer crouched over the body of your fellow alumni. Your bully.  You'd never kill someone. Not unless they were going to kill you, you thought. Not unless it was deserved, not unless their body would disappear afterwards and not leave a single trace. As much as you might want to hurt someone, you never wanted to leave scars. Flesh, once dead, would not seal itself up and rise again to tell a story. It could not pull hair and raise its fist. It could not pull you aside and confess it's love (and yet never confess it's sins). It was dead. And it was dead.  And the killer turned his eyes to you. 

Explicitly Nonbinary Reader, Amab/Top Reader, Smut [clothed/dry humping], Violence and Lots of Conflicting Emotions Over Said Violence.

Not for the first time, your eyes met. But it'd been for a second, before, when he seemed to almost manifest behind your bully while the latter talked (something about im sorry, but i wanted to fuck you and that explains why i treated you like the problem, can i still hit?) In a swift, practiced motion, the intruder covered his mouth with one hand and slit the bully's throat with a short, jagged blade. Your bully wasn't a small guy, but the intruder held him tight and quiet until his head lolled back and he fell to the floor. The scene played like a movie, like something that was happening far away.

"Sorry for interrupting," the intruder spoke, his hands in the air. His voice was gruff, like he wasn't used to speaking. It made him seem older, but what remained of his features told you he could've been your age. The way he was dressed as well- a dark jacket over a stained gray hoodie, baggy black jeans and ratty sneakers. The whole look seemed oversized, which made him seem smaller. It was a crazy thought. The knife had been small, too, but that meant nothing. 

You finally had the sense to take a step back. 

"Really touching shit," he spoke, kicking aside the body. "So cute." 

His arms were down, but you felt no less threatened. His hands could be tied behind his back and pants around his ankles and you would still feel like an animal caught in a bear trap. His mouth was slit open, the flesh scarred over and over. Burn scars creeped up his neck, though you couldn't tell where they ended under his hoodie. His skin was palid, lighter in comparison to pitch black hair. It was almost white. 

"It wasn't," you finally said. That made him pause, and then laugh. 

"Yeah, you looked horrified even before I came out," the killer shrugged. "Must be nasty to have another dude confess, huh?" 

You blinked- it took you out of the moment. Part of you wanted to defend, to say it wasn't, that it was the person specifically and not the nature of the situation. It was truly a moment of insanity to consider arguing against the casual homophobia, instead of running away. 

"I'm not a dude," you said. At least it was worth it to defend yourself. 

"Huh? Whatever," the killer said. "You're dead anyways." 

He takes a step forward. Your back hits the door. You grab the door handle; You lock it. 

The killer blinks as it clicks. 

He'd snuck up on your bully from behind, and instinct told you the moment he turned your back, he'd kill you. Now, in his uncertainty, you found inspiration to strike first. You lunged, hitting him like a linebacker. It was jarring how sturdy he was, and he held his ground, merely stumbling back with a noise of surprise. So you ducked, grabbing him by the legs. You felt the sudden, sharp pain of a knife bite into your shoulder, but the adrenaline was rushing, and you pushed through. He toppled over with a grunt, ripping the blade out of your arm as he went. You groaned through gritted teeth, but moved faster than thought. You were above him, and he reared his arm back to strike again. You meant to catch his hand, but instead the blade pierced it. You screamed then, but still, you pinned it down. You gathered his other one and brought them together above his head, leaning forward to put your weight on them. His wrists were bony. Where does that strength come from? There, inches from his face, a name suddenly came to you. 

“You're Jeff,” you said. “Jeffrey Woods.”

And he still looked entirely unimpressed. 

It was hard to gauge his expression, but you were pretty sure it was unimpressed. 

“Surprised you knew that,” He said, tilting his head. “You a stalker or something?”

“No, shut up,” You said. The knowledge was just a remnant of your morbid curiosity. It had been a pretty clear case; a boy bullied and tortured, severely harmed and snapping. There was very little about him, before no hints to his psychology or suggestions of mental illness. He was bullied. Teachers said he was quiet and anxious, but angry. But To kill again, ritualistically, as rumours said Jeff did had to have signaled to deeply rooted issues. He couldn't have just been a regular guy who snapped. You had been quiet, anxious, and angry. So what was the difference? 

 It had been years. You didn’t keep track of that stuff anymore, though some of your girl-friends did. You bet they’d freak (and wasn't that a misguided thought?) If they heard you had Jeffery Woods like this. 

Not even a minute had passed. Your heart was still pounding, and your body had just started registering the pain. And though he was underneath you, he was the one who had you trapped. What moves could you make? Was he not impossibly strong? Your thoughts raced. There was a body next to you both, and the smell of blood was overturning your stomach. Panic threatened your hold on the situation, though part of you knew that was a desperate illusion. You tried to focus, so you focussed on Jeff. He smelled like shit. Like blood and rain. The wetness of his clothes soaked into yours, chilling you further. Oh, you thought, he must've come in to shelter from the storm outside. 

You would never kill someone. 

But your heart was racing, your blood rushing. There was pain, and there was Jeff, who adjusted underneath you and paused. His permanent grin twitched as his eyes traveled down your body, between you two, where you straddled his hips. Two bodies meet. 

He whistled, and your face warmed dangerously. 

“Seriously?” he laughed, disbelieving. Flabbergasted. 

It was the adrenaline. The rush. It wasn’t what he was thinking. It wasn’t a fucked up fantasy about winning and defeating and devouring. And yet you both could see it, and you were sure you both could feel it. It was mortifying. A reality check. Your arousal pressed against Jeff, the killer, as you pinned him down. 

And he ground up. 

You yelped, stupidly taking your hands off him and sitting back. The knife slid out of your hand, sending new shocks of pain up your arm. He sat up, his hood falling down, revealing much longer hair than you thought. It curled over his shoulders, dirty and wet. He grinned -more, he grinned more, the muscles of his face pulling the scars up. 

You would never kill someone, but in the face of a killer, in the same room as the body, you would get aroused. And that was probably worse. Definitely worse. Definitely had some wires crossed. You thought it'd be better if he killed you then and there, but he didn’t. 

“I'm flattered,” he said, pressing a bloody hand against his chest. 

“Shut up!” you said, trying to fall back and away, but he caught your shirt. You clutched your hand to your chest. You were dizzy, blood in all the wrong places. 

“Are we embarrassed now? Aw,” he chuckled, sitting up. His free hand brought the knife to your neck, and you flinched at the cold bite. “You’re a little fucked up, huh? That’s cute.”

He pulled you in closer. There was gore on his breath, which came in faster pants.

“It’s been a while since i've been put on my back,” he said, looking you up and down. 

If there was no going back, you thought, then you’d move forward. You decided you could bury this tomorrow- if Jeff didn’t do you in first.

You slapped the knife away and surged forward, pushing him back by the shoulders. Gritting your teeth, you used your uninjured hand to grab the back of his thigh and push his leg up and to the side, so you could slot yourself between them. You fell back over him, pressing your hard-on against him. And on top of every bad decision you've made (and will make), you kissed him. 

That, he did not expect. He made a little noise, and it made you feel feverish. I'm crazy. I'm going crazy. I've been crazy. His lips were somehow chapped and wet at the same time, and when you licked his mouth, you immediately tasted blood. There was a chance you’d never get the taste out. You seperated, just for a breath, before diving back in. One of his hands gripped onto your hair, tugging at the base. You moaned in pain, mostly pain, not entirely, and felt him smile against your mouth. So you bit down on his lower lip in retaliation. 

“Mmpf-!”

Christ, you thought. Oh my god.

You sucked on it, and he bucked up. You licked a wet stripe over his lips before parting again. Underneath you, Jeff looked… crazy. As he was, not that you were any better. Frenzied, chest heaving. His face was red, and you thought color suited him more than dead-white. He leaned up on his elbows, and if he was going to say something, you interrupted him by grinding into him. Holding one leg and pressing down on the other. The way the injured hand stung felt like nothing, like a garnish, when you thrust forward. Jeff hadn’t been hard before, but he was definitely hard now. The temptation to pull his pants down was there, to be just layer closer, but the fever was all consuming. So you continued to dry hump him, hips frantic. To continue. To finish. In your cloudy thoughts, either option sounded great. 

And then he started making noises- “yeah, ah, ah, ah.”

You shifted, spreading his legs further and leaning down again. Your hands found his hips and encouraged them to angle up. His own hands scrambled, dragging and clawing at the floor like he didn’t know where to put them. The knife was gone, probably just dropped and still close by. You mounted him like you were stupid teenagers who weren't afraid of being caught, with no reason or goal other than getting off as fast as you can.  

Pleasure built up, but still wasn’t enough. Though the sounds, the knowledge of who you were pinning, was encouraging. Enlightening. You slowed down to grind hard, watching Jeff shut his eyes and bite his lip. It was filthy, this taboo. He tensed under your hands, letting go of his own bloody lip to moan silently. His leg kicked and his eyes shot open, and before you knew it, you realized he was cumming. With something between a moan and a wheeze, Jeff went rigid- before falling back, head falling to the side. 

Shocked, you stopped. 

“Did you,” you swallowed, “did you cum?” That fast- was left unspoken. 

Jeff took in ragged breaths as he side eyed you. It wasn't a nasty look. When he dragged his eyes away, it was almost shy. 

"It's been a while," he said, and then mockingly; "Not a lot of freaks like you to go around." 

You considered biting him. But, more pressingly, you weren't dead, and therefore had consequences to think about. The whole reason you were up there in a stranger's room was because there was a party going on downstairs, and your bully wanted to speak in private. It was a miracle no one had checked, though maybe they hadn't heard the scuffle over the thrumming music. Worst, they probably assumed you two were… hooking up. It would never occur to them that he was dead, and you still got your rocks off with the killer. 

You hadn't come, actually. Which was good. Id never recover, you thought. The line you wouldnt cross kept getting pushed back until you were there, with not cumming on Jeffrey Woods as the final straw. Anything to make you feel better. 

As turned on as you were, you were dizzy. Blood loss and shock set in, and your vision blurred. Jeff sat up, and unceremoniously shoved you off. It was easy to just fall back. You watched as he stood up and found his knife. When he crouched down in front of you, he was smiling with teeth. Like an animal. This was a murderer.  

"Freaks like us are a rare breed," he said, and that us hit you hard. You didn't want to think you were equal to this killer. "So I'll do you a favor. Or maybe living is worse, huh?" 

"You're-" you struggled. "You're a monster." 

He feigned hurt and pouted. 

"And here I thought you liked me," Jeff cackled. 

The world threatened to tilt. He stood up and pressed the heel of his shoe on your shoulder, kicking you onto your back. 

"Yeah," he said, and it sounded like he was talking to himself. "Just go to sleep for me, babe." 

You really, really wanted to. It was cold, and your body was heavy. You wondered how long it'd take before someone checked on you two. Vaguely, you heard the sound of water running. You were asleep for a minute, or maybe an hour, when you were barely roused by the feeling of Jeff's hands on you. He pulled your phone from your pocket, and whatever he did next, that was for the next unfortunate soul who came across the scene to find out, because you were out like a light. 

#jeff the killer #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta #creepypasta fanfiction #creepypasta x reader #there IS a continuation #and an ao3 where it will eventually be posted #my work

[nyotamalfoy]

First Impressions Pt. 2

Ram Charan x fem!reader

a/n: IM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE IN POSTING THIS! I actually have my last exam tomorrow and i now realise i should probably be studying for that but here we are :) this is actually a bit longer than part 1 but oh well, hope you enjoy!

again, no disrespect to his wife obv

warnings: harassment, swearing (like 2 words)

Part 1 || Part 2

-Previously-

Suddenly, she hears a voice, a very familiar voice, before feeling a presence behind her.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

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“Ram, hurry up! Kabse wait kar rahe hai yaar hum.” (Ram, hurry up! We’ve been waiting for so long, dude.)

“You don’t need to shout Tarak, I’m right here, in front of you, not even 3 metres away,” Ram playfully glowered at him while lacing his boots up properly.

“Well, he’s not wrong though, we have been waiting for so long. Even I got ready before you and it’s my friend we’re going to see,” Alia chimed in, coming to stand next to Tarak.

“Exactly, it’s your friend and we’re meeting her for the first time. First impressions matter, you know,” Ram says in a serious voice that contrasts with the comical expression on his face.

“Are you sure it’s only that? Nothing else?” Tarak questions him accusingly, with a sly smile on his face. He had seen the way Ram’s expression had changed and watched as his face lit up when Alia showed them Y/N’s photos for the first time. Tarak knew his brother was excited to meet this girl and going by Alia’s opinion of her, she really did sound like a pure soul.

Ram stood up, all ready to go, and looked at both of them with a bored expression, “Tum dono ki bakwaas khatam ho gayi ho toh chalein?” (If both of you have finished talking bullshit, can we go?)

Tarak and Alia shared a knowing look as they watched Ram lower his head trying to hide the faint colour in his cheeks. But he played it off really cool and like his usual calm and collected self, he walked to the door and held it open for them.

“I see, chivalry is not dead,” Alia says as she thanks him and smirks to herself. 

“Shut up.”

They decided to just take Ram’s car as they were all going together anyway. He also chose to drive himself and not call his driver tonight because the restaurant wasn’t too far away from their hotel.

“Do you think she’ll like this surprise? Like we were meant to meet her tomorrow and today was just going to be you two catching up?” Ram glances at Alia in the rear-view mirror and asks her.

He had started to rethink this, what if Y/N got upset that they crashed her and Alia’s reunion? What if it got really awkward because they had nothing to talk about? What if she didn’t like him?

He was suddenly pulled back to reality when Alia replied, “Chill, yaar, we’ll tell her our whole thought process na like you guys wanted to go to the same restaurant and we were going to go together tomorrow anyway so we just thought to move it up to today. And about us catching up, tum dono humko baat nahi karne doge kya?” Her phone buzzed and she paused to read the message, then continued sarcastically, “Can you drive any slower? She’s reached there already.” (“…us catching up, won’t you two let us talk?”).

Ram shook his head with a small smile, the worry dissipating a bit after Alia’s reassurance. He just wanted to make a good first impression, he didn’t know why he cared so much but something pulled him to her, like a sort of connection which he couldn’t name yet. It was the reason why he had butterflies in his stomach just by thinking about her.

“Accha hum pohonch gaye. Tu kahan jaa raha hai!” Tarak said, his voice raising at the end as he looked at the restaurant passing by. He turned to Ram and noticed that he didn’t even hear him. He snapped his fingers in front of Ram’s face and watched as he whipped his head towards him. (“Okay, we’ve reached. Where are you going!”)

“Huh? Kya hua?” (“Huh? What happened?”)

Tarak told him that they passed the restaurant and shook his head as he turned towards Alia to make sure she witnessed the same thing he did. Judging by the smirk on her face, she was definitely thinking along the same lines as him.

They finally got out of the car and walked across the parking lot towards the door. They waited in line at the podium just like everyone else and took the time to take a look around them, pleasantly assessing their choice of place for tonight.

Ram felt a strange uneasy feeling as soon as he stepped foot inside the ambient restaurant. He couldn’t quite place a finger on it, but he knew something was off, his eyes subtly scoping out the floor and the public. He leaned over Tarak’s shoulder to glance at the blind spot in his assessment, the bar area. And he knew.

He was seldom wrong in his gut feelings and this time wasn’t an exception. Ram grit his teeth at the scene playing in front of him. People will never change, he thought as the girl leaned back uncomfortably to put some distance between her and the man, who still, if his hand placement on her back was anything to go by, hadn’t taken the hint that she wasn’t at all interested.

Ram had only taken a step out of the line to get to the bar before Tarak asked him where he was going. He nodded towards the situation without taking his eyes off of them and his eyes widened as the man turned the girl’s bar stool towards him. The girl’s face came into view, and he blanched.

“Alia, is that her?” Alia followed Ram’s line of sight and gasped. The man had his hands on Y/N’s neck, and he wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. The fear on her face was fuelling Ram’s anger. 

They were called next in line to the podium, but it fell on deaf ears as Ram started towards the bar, Alia a step behind him. Tarak quickly talked to the hostess before following his friends. He couldn’t believe that disgusting man’s audacity to harass a girl like this in a busy restaurant and he also couldn’t believe how no one else had noticed anything wrong. But then again, he wasn’t at all surprised.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Ram hands were itching to straight up punch the guy, Alia’s hand on his elbow was the only thing stopping him from doing just that. He stared at the man’s hand still resting menacingly on Y/N’s neck.

“Who are you to ask me th-” The man arrogantly started to reply.

“Haath hata,” Tarak interrupted him, his voice eerily calm and his face emotionless, though you could see his eyes raging with anger. (“Move your hand.”)

“Nahi toh? Kya karloge tum log? Behen lagti hai kya tumhari?” He asked with a disgusting tone to his voice.

Ram felt the white-hot anger pulsing through his body. Alia took her hands off him and smirked at the man. “Y/N, come with me.” She watched as Y/N slowly turned her watery eyes away from the ground and looked at her. Alia helped her off the stool and slip out of the man’s hands as he watched in disbelief.

“Where do you think you’re taking her?” He held out a hand to stop them but soon found it to be a mistake as Tarak grabbed that hand and twisted it behind his back. He didn’t even get a chance to let out a scream as Ram slapped him open-handed across his face sending him straight to the floor.

Y/N watched, her lips slightly parted, as the man did not get up. Alia looked at Y/N’s face and let out a faint smile before turning her attention back to the two handsome men walking towards them leaving the sorry excuse for a human on the floor behind them unconscious.

“Are you okay?” Ram asked, snapping Y/N out of her reverie. She blinked rapidly to get back to her senses before finding the strength to answer.

“Yeah, I think,” She nodded slowly with a question mark apparent on her face. She wanted to cry thinking of the first time something like this happened and how there was no one there to save her then. But she looked at Alia standing by her side, then at Ram and Tarak and felt tears of relief building up in her eyes. “I really don’t know how to thank you guys, I-”

“Hey, hey, hey. You’re okay, we’re here now.” Tarak went to lay his hands on her shoulders to comfort her but hesitated realising that the girl had just met them for the first time and might not be comfortable with someone touching her in any way.

Thankfully for him, Alia took over and put her arm around Y/N’s shoulders shushing her softly as she sniffled and struggled to control her emotions.

Ram watched all this with an unreadable expression, he knew there was something deeper hidden within her past and this particular incident seemed to have triggered those memories. He wanted to ask her, but he knew this was not the time for that. He wanted to hug her and keep her safe in his arms forever. His hands itched to hold her, but he couldn’t bring himself to move.

Y/N slowly looked up from Alia’s shoulder and wiped her tears. She looked around and let out a sheepish laugh, still sniffling.

“Quite the first impression huh?” Y/N said turning her eyes to the floor again. “Let’s start again. Hi, I’m Y/N, really nice to meet you guys.”

Ram looked down at her hand outstretched for a handshake and his eyes shone with a hint of pity at how good she was at pushing aside her emotions. He looked back up at her eyes and let out a small smile seeing a slightly brighter tinge to them.

Tarak stared at Ram waiting for him to shake her hand, but he didn’t move a muscle. They were quite content staring into each other’s eyes. He looked at Alia and smiled mischievously, she widened her eyes and furiously shook her head at him. Tarak was not going to let this one slide, so he grabbed Y/N’s outstretched hand from where it was in front of Ram with both his hands and shook it enthusiastically. He gave a proper smile when he realised, he had been successful in grabbing both their attentions.

“Hello! My name is Tarak, very nice to meet you too!” He could feel Ram’s annoyed glare on the side of his head at which point he heard Y/N chuckle and he finally let go of her hand.

“Ram,” He put his hand out for Y/N to shake and shifted his gaze back to her, giving her a soft smile.

Y/N couldn’t believe what was happening, she was really shaking hands with one of her biggest celebrity crushes ever and he was looking at her with the cutest expression on his face. Two of her favourite celebrities had saved her from a horrifying ordeal. She tried to compose herself and be normal so as to not embarrass her friend who was the reason behind this though she knew Alia wouldn’t mind it at all.

After a while, they had finished their dinner and decided to go out for dessert. They all piled into Ram’s car and drove to an ice cream stall near a bridge.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Alia asked Tarak, pointing with her ice cream cone toward Ram and Y/N walking a bit ahead of them on the bridge.

“Probably something deep and meaningful knowing Ram,” Tarak said licking some of his ice cream that was starting to drip down.

“Yeah, I think so too, Y/N is exactly the type for all that talk.” Alia agreed, looking at her friends talking softly.

Little did they know, Ram and Y/N’s conversation was far beyond the realm of meaningful.

“No, but like, if you were actually a worm, what type would you be?” Y/N asked, licking her ice-cream, deep in thought.

“The one that grows into a butterfly,” Ram answered, nonchalantly and without any hint of a joke.

“That’s a caterpillar, but it’s cool. I’d probably be the black ones the curl in on themselves at the slightest touch.”

“Don’t all worms do that though?”

“WAIT-” Y/N’s eyes widened, and she looked up from her ice-cream.

They both looked at each other like they discovered something ground-breaking, and then the very next moment, they burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, a few metres behind them, Alia and Tarak tasted and smelled their ice creams just to check if there was even a hint of alcohol in it, for their friends had taken to sitting haphazardly on the sidewalk holding their stomachs as they laughed without a care in the world.

Alia and Tarak looked at each other then returned their knowing gazes to Ram and Y/N and they too started giggling.

“Quite the first impression indeed.”

a/n: thoughts?

tagging: @burningsheepcrown @dumdaradumdaradum @ramarajusimp @voidsteffy @sulthaaan @nerdreader @thewinchestergirl1208 @budugu @phoenix666stuff @yehsahihai @ramcharam im so sorry if i forgot someone 🥹 pls lmk if u wanna be added/removed

#ram charan x reader #ram charan #ram x reader #rrr #desiblr #desi tag #alia bhatt #jr ntr

[liliallowed]

crimson: u better not be stealing my nemesis. (referring to dust)

fell: do you feel that insecure that you'd think he'd prefer a version of himself over you?

crimson: yes absolutely he fucking hates me :3

fell: ... no shit Sherlock. maybe stop being a toxic bitch?

crimson: but then I'd show weakness! I mist be evil for respect and like... I want him to vent things out on me. be there for him! yk?

fell: you're doing more harm than good. trust me I used to put up a tough love act too till that lil freak decided to fix everyone.

crimson: oh What would YOU know you edgy excuse of a sans!? no one is DEAD in your au!

fell: yeah but like considering the fucked up shit you anomalies do with the words code... being a science experiment under your influence ain't pleasant is it? I mean believe me I'd have you over that prissy lil runt of a pacifist perfectionist asshole everyday. *chuckle* but it's really not much different. pacifist... genocide... same day same old dumb story you both are too obsessed to let go.

teal: HEY! I SAID I WAS SORRY! I BROKE THE RESET FOR YOU DUDE.

dust: that's a bold move considering he might kill you either way.

fell: are you kidding me dude this runt finally decided to QUIT and killing em will just reset.

crimson: okay but like HOW DOES ONE STOP BEING EVIL. HOW DO I FO THIS WITHOUT cringing about the cheesy bullshit... look I came here to get beaten and punched in my emotions.

dust: =] what are you our marriage councilor?

fell: pfffft I wish. masochist much crimson?

crimson: adrenaline junky not a masochist.

dust: more like a sadist.

crimson: DUDE. I LITERALLY WOULD CRY IF YOU DIE FOR GOOD. I DON'T LIKE HURTING YOU! BUT I DON'T WANT TO JUST undo everything and make you happy because it's a deservice to the sacrifice you've made! I fell in love with the person who tries so hard to prove me wrong I WANT to be judged... IF I REPENT THEN WHAT'S THE FUCKING POINT!?

fell::...

dust: ...

teal: ...

crimson: actually scratch the part I said I fell in love.

fell: holy FUCK this botch is a fucking yandere. I thought you were joking.

teal: I mean I KINDA get it??? but that's messed up man. you seek therapy. you deserve happiness.

dust: yea I was starting to think the codependency thing was just Stockholm Syndrome. cuz they've sorta just latched onto me like a leech.

crimson: IM NOT A FUCKING YANDERE!

teal: your gallery is full of-

crimson: teal I will fucking dox you. don't pretend you don't have an entire sketchbook filled with fells ec-

teal: AAAAAAAAAAAA SHUT UP!

dust: why are we alive. why.

fell: huh. a stalker too.

crimson: shut up fell half of the fucking fanfics I've read about you have you as a creepy stalker yandere.

teal: wait you read Underfell fanfics?

crimson: you'd be surprised of how little fics there are of dust without bringing in other aus actually. I'd PREFER reading about dust but the other angsty mfers all also drop into the au.

teal: ooooo do you have any recommendations?

dust: *peaces out and vanished*

fell: DON'T FUCKING LEAVE ME HERE YA ASSHOLE!

#idk what im doing